The Stand Lyrics

Come on down And meet your maker Come on down And make the Stand Oh, I have been out searching With this black book in my hand And I've looked between The lines that lie on the pages That I've tread I met the walking dude, religious In his wom down cowboy boots He walked liked no man on earth I swear he had no name Swear he had no name Come on down And meet your maker Come on down And make the Stand Come on down Come on down Come on down We'll make the Stand As I crawled beneath the searchlights Looking through the floorboards of this life I met doctor Strangeloves cousin He bore the marks of time "Hey! Trashcan, where you going boy Your eyes are feet apart Is that the end you're carrying Shall I play the funeral march?" Play the funeral march Come on down And meet your maker Come on down And make the Stand Come on down Come on down Come on down We'll make the Stand When I looked out the window On the hardship that had struck I saw the seven phials open The plague claimed man and son Four men at a grave in silence Got their hats bowed down in grace A simple wooden cross Had no epitaph engraved Epitaph engraved Come on down And meet your maker Come on down And make the Stand Come on down Come on down Come on down We'll make the Stand Come roll out the red carpet Come bugler sound the horn For the hero is returning Gotta welcome him to his home Don't say I didn't warn you This prophesy is coming true I can hear the cavalry thundering Riding over the hill Riding over the hill Come on down And meet your maker Come on down And make the Stand Come on down Come on down Come on Come on down And meet your maker Come on down And make the Stand Come on down Come on down Come on down We'll make the Stand